tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756568649265082125.post5902221635196188686..comments2023-07-29T05:20:16.755-05:00Comments on kammie's Song: There Was No Place Like Home... Except Grandma's House.Cammie's Songhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13416455146671466052noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756568649265082125.post-80182330661673549082012-04-13T01:40:41.257-05:002012-04-13T01:40:41.257-05:00Christina – thanks for writing this. I was direct...Christina – thanks for writing this. I was directed to this blog post by my sister, Sunny. We both broke into tears when reading it. I was 12 and Sunny was 8 when Grandma died. Since then we’ve thought about her often, wishing she was still here, holding our family together like the super glue she was. It is so reassuring to read your words and know that you felt the same way – that our memories really weren’t just a fairy tale. She really was amazing.<br /> I’m currently in Palm Springs, spending time with my Dad and Uncle James after Uncle Rocky passed away a couple days ago. I keep thinking about the hours I used to spend, sitting around with them talking about memories of Grandma and those family get-togethers. My Dad is making her molasses cookie recipe tomorrow. PS: the secret ingredient is lard. Gross....<br /><br />I also want you to know how much I looked up to you and the rest of the "mulky gulch gang" when I was a kid, and how I still envy you for the years you got to spend with Grandma. I remember thinking you were one of the most beautiful people I’d ever met in real life – I’m pretty sure I even wrote about it in my journal. <br />It’s funny how memories can blend together, but I too remember the last thing Grandma said to me before she passed. “I want you to know you’re beautiful, and I’m so proud of the way you carry yourself.” At the time I was an overweight, self-conscious, and awkward 12 year-old, but somehow her words lifted me up and after she passed away I thought of them often. <br /><br />On another subject, I think it's wonderful that you and your daughter have each other. I'm starting residency in pediatrics this June, and I am active in LGBT groups for physicians. I will continue to hope for more understanding and acceptance for transgender children and adults.<br /><br />Thanks for writing!<br />-Summer Daysumformehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17950598608148897836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756568649265082125.post-20478275142322185982011-10-14T19:45:00.625-05:002011-10-14T19:45:00.625-05:00Lol...what was your grandmother's name?...I th...Lol...what was your grandmother's name?...I think we had the same one. :)SuziAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756568649265082125.post-1080111143662068602011-10-14T15:20:01.529-05:002011-10-14T15:20:01.529-05:00Wow. I had a Grams like that, really two of them,...Wow. I had a Grams like that, really two of them, I was doubly blessed. One Grams, on my father's side ironically, was magical. She'd answer the phone before it would ring, or tell me to go fetch the phone because it was my Mom. She always knew. We lost her a while back, at least in terms of the physical world. I know she's safe and happy on the other side and will be waiting there with a cup of tea for me when my turn comes. My other Grams is in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's and doesn't really know anyone. I've not gone to see her in a long time because I know it would be weird, she'd mistake me for my Mom like so many other people do, and they don't have Alzheimer's so it would be weird. I know when the time comes, she'll be with the rest of the family on the other side, and it'll all make sense to her then, but now. I don't know if my hearts strong enough to walk that path. <br /><br />I miss them both, as I sort of miss my Mom. Mom's been gone now since '82, but our connection is so strong I can often feel her with me, and she's frequently in my dreams, helping me, guiding me, giving me the love and support she always has. Plus spend, as we always have, lots of time in the kitchen, baking and drinking tea. <br /><br />And the Colin Raye song, oh it's one of my favorites. I thank God often for the grandparents that enriched my young life. And the fact that both grandmothers knew and kept my secret. It was something the women of my family shared, and when and where ever possible, I was cherished as I was, not as the men folks said I was supposed to be.<br /><br />My young life could have been, would have been, so much worse if not for the women in my life. So it's good to see you write about your Grams. She sounds like she'd have gotten on just fine with mine.SamanthaQhttp://samstrip.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com